I love when Mr. T peppers me with questions while I have a toothbrush in my mouth. This morning, as he expertly raked away shaving cream, he asked me to (again) forecast how long I think I can fly without stopping for a bathroom break.
It wasn’t a philosophical question.
We’re headed to the EAA Oshkosh Airventure fly-in this Thursday in the RV-4, and he’d like to keep up with a small group of airplanes also going that way. Only, those airplanes don’t plan to make any stops. A short restroom break for general aviation flying can cost an abundance of time and money (45 extra minutes to descend, land, park, pee, take off, get back to cruising altitude, etc.) And there has to be an airport nearby. Since I notoriously have to use the facilities immediately upon take off, T was trying to gauge, nay, suggest/plead that if at all possible, I hold it for an extra hour so we can stay with the group (and also make it to a cheaper fuel stop, ahem).
“You could skip coffee,” he said.
Surprised not to have spewed toothpaste juice in his direction, I replied “Yeah, and I could also just stop being me…”
“Coffee is a part of you?” he inquired?
“It’s the life force (you fool),” I spat back.
“What would you do if there was no more coffee in the world?” he goaded.
What a horrifying question! “That’s not a world I’d want to live in,” I garbled, rinsing my mouth.
“You can’t live without coffee?” he prodded, knowing full well I wouldn’t want to.
And I thought, on this strangely overcast and cool summer morning, our second anniversary, that I wouldn’t want to live without you, Mr. Redden. (Awwww, I know, I know.)
|Photo by the fabulous Beth Baugher of True Love Photo.|
To my love:
Thank you for these little moments that remind me how blessed we are and how lucky I am to have you.
I look forward to many more versaries and (goofy) morning conversations and cups of coffee, of course.
More smooshy love stuff:
Turning points and transitions: Reflections on the first year of marriage
Hey Tim, thanks for marrying me
A wedding in 13+ frames
Things I know about wedding planning
How did people get married before Facebook?
Shawna’s wedding manifesto: Aka the guide to anti-bridezilla-ness